Until they could go, they scarcely showed themselves once on the street, they were never at home to callers, and they left without telling one soul where they were going, so far as we could ever learn." "Why, the poor dears!" cried Billy.

"How they must have suffered! But things will be different now.

You'll go to see them, of course, and--" At the look that came into Arkwright's face, she stopped in surprise.
"You forget; they wouldn't wish to see me," demurred the man.

And again Billy noticed the odd constraint in his voice.
"But they wouldn't mind _you--here_," argued Billy.
"I'm afraid they would.

In fact, I'm sure they'd refuse entirely to see me." Billy's eyes grew determined.
"But they can't refuse--if I bring about a meeting just casually, you know," she challenged.
Arkwright laughed.
"Well, I won't pretend to say as to the consequences of that," he rejoined, rising to his feet; "but they might be disastrous.